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food network show idea: a show called “picky eaters” where chefs have to make something to please both a panel of food network judges and a panel of 6 year olds 

sleep paralysis is honestly the most bullshit part of being a living thing. sometimes my brain just occasionally screws up and goes ????? uhhhh . cant move.  here’s a demon 

mood: i’ll wait in the car

how morally corrupt is your 19th century love interest on a scale of “aloof rich guy who doesn’t know how to express his feelings” to “has a secret wife in the attic” and “tries to dig up your grave so he can embrace your dead body”

the thing I enjoy most about this post is that digging up a grave to embrace a dead body is only like. the eighth worst thing heathcliff ever did.

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